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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 7540989" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Thanks!</p><p></p><p>* * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 237</p><p></p><p>The sewers under Li Syval were hardly a pleasant place to explore, especially when traveling through them in a hurry, Glori thought. Her nose furrowed as she stepped in something that squelched unpleasantly under her boot. At least they weren’t having to wade through raw sewage anymore. This part of the sewers seemed to see less common use. She wasn’t exactly sure where they were, as they’d also left behind the manholes and access grates that had allowed brief flickers of light and fresher air to filter down from the city above.</p><p></p><p>She didn’t have any time to shake her boot clear of the clinging foulness. Bredan continued to lead them forward at a brisk pace. He was obviously being drawn by something, for he hardly paused at the intersections they came to. Glori was barely able to keep her <em>dancing lights</em> ahead of him to brighten the way, but she doubted he would stop even if they did fall behind.</p><p></p><p>He hadn’t explained fully how he knew where to go. None of them had been down here before, and Glori hoped with all her being that this would be their last visit. Quellan had seemed particularly disturbed when Bredan had first revealed his special insight in the abandoned cult safehold. Obviously, he’d discovered a new power, but with Xeeta in jeopardy all they could do was trust him.</p><p></p><p>That trust was not blind, however. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Kosk growled. The dwarf had not been happy about entering the sewers, but he was having an easier time of it than Quellan, who had barely fit into some of the passages they’d had to navigate earlier.</p><p></p><p>“She’s here,” Bredan said, his voice barely reaching them as he pressed forward. “I know she’s here. There’s not much time.”</p><p></p><p>“At this pace, we won’t see an ambush or any traps until we’ve already sprung them,” the dwarf pointed out quietly as they hurried after the warrior.</p><p></p><p>“We have to have faith,” Quellan said.</p><p></p><p>“You know I’d do anything for her, but I’d feel better if we had Kalasien and his men with us,” Kosk said.</p><p></p><p>“Whatever’s guiding him, it may be limited, like my spell,” the cleric suggested.</p><p></p><p>“Or it’s telling him that Xeeta’s time is running out,” Glori said.</p><p></p><p>Bredan had paused just ahead, and the others hurried to catch up with him. Where he was standing the narrow passage they’d been following opened onto a larger chamber. There were multiple exits, including some slits near the ceiling that might have been wide enough to crawl through, if one could get up there. There was also a shaft in the center of the floor, an opening about six feet across that dropped into darkness beyond the range of Glori’s magical lights.</p><p></p><p>“Which way?” Quellan asked.</p><p></p><p>“Listen,” Bredan said.</p><p></p><p>They all held themselves still, and a moment later a faint sound reached their ears.</p><p></p><p>“Chanting,” Kosk said. “Damn it, I knew there would be another wizard at the end of all this.”</p><p></p><p>“There’s something else,” Quellan said. “There’s something here… a shadow, a power of darkness.”</p><p></p><p>“Xeeta’s in trouble,” Bredan said. He headed into the chamber, giving the hole in the floor a wide berth as he headed toward one of the other passages. Quellan was just a few steps behind, followed by Kosk and Glori.</p><p></p><p>But they’d barely started moving again when Glori felt a sharp pain explode in her back. She cried out and staggered, her <em>dancing lights</em> flickering out. The others turned toward her, Quellan summoning <em>light</em> that shone brightly from his shield. As the glow pushed back the resurgent darkness it revealed a small form that fluttered up into one of the dark openings near the ceiling. They couldn’t clearly make out what it was, but a sinister chuckle issued from that direction.</p><p></p><p>A moment later, Quellan grimaced in pain, his back arching. His companions could see a small blade buried in his neck, perfectly embedded in one of the gaps between the heavy plates that made up his armor. He tried to pull the knife out but could not reach it.</p><p></p><p>Even as Kosk and Bredan looked for the source of that attack, a third enemy materialized out of the darkness of the passage they’d been heading for. Bredan sensed something and spun to face it, his sword appearing in his hands. But the figure that rushed forward was incredibly fast for its size, lunging inside of the reach of the swordsman before he could bring his weapon to bear. With a powerful chop of one hand he cracked Bredan in the wrists, knocking the sword from his grasp. He didn’t stop there, seizing the warrior and pulling him into a neck-lock from behind. Bredan was strong, his physical prowess having only grown since his days as a blacksmith, but the tiefling handled him as he if he was a child. Bredan snarled as the grip around his neck tightened, the flesh under his helm darkening and cracking as Toros’s <em>divine fury</em> was unleashed into him.</p><p></p><p>Kosk quickly moved to help his friend, but the tiefling was not yet done. As the dwarf rushed toward him he took two steps to the side and spun Bredan out of his grasp. The warrior tried to seize hold of something but the momentum of his fall launched him into the pit, which quickly swallowed him up. The tiefling dropped back into a ready stance that echoed Kosk’s.</p><p></p><p>“Bredan!” Glori cried.</p><p></p><p>“Time to die,” came a thin voice from above, its source muffled by the echoes off the ancient stonework.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 7540989, member: 143"] Thanks! * * * Chapter 237 The sewers under Li Syval were hardly a pleasant place to explore, especially when traveling through them in a hurry, Glori thought. Her nose furrowed as she stepped in something that squelched unpleasantly under her boot. At least they weren’t having to wade through raw sewage anymore. This part of the sewers seemed to see less common use. She wasn’t exactly sure where they were, as they’d also left behind the manholes and access grates that had allowed brief flickers of light and fresher air to filter down from the city above. She didn’t have any time to shake her boot clear of the clinging foulness. Bredan continued to lead them forward at a brisk pace. He was obviously being drawn by something, for he hardly paused at the intersections they came to. Glori was barely able to keep her [i]dancing lights[/i] ahead of him to brighten the way, but she doubted he would stop even if they did fall behind. He hadn’t explained fully how he knew where to go. None of them had been down here before, and Glori hoped with all her being that this would be their last visit. Quellan had seemed particularly disturbed when Bredan had first revealed his special insight in the abandoned cult safehold. Obviously, he’d discovered a new power, but with Xeeta in jeopardy all they could do was trust him. That trust was not blind, however. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Kosk growled. The dwarf had not been happy about entering the sewers, but he was having an easier time of it than Quellan, who had barely fit into some of the passages they’d had to navigate earlier. “She’s here,” Bredan said, his voice barely reaching them as he pressed forward. “I know she’s here. There’s not much time.” “At this pace, we won’t see an ambush or any traps until we’ve already sprung them,” the dwarf pointed out quietly as they hurried after the warrior. “We have to have faith,” Quellan said. “You know I’d do anything for her, but I’d feel better if we had Kalasien and his men with us,” Kosk said. “Whatever’s guiding him, it may be limited, like my spell,” the cleric suggested. “Or it’s telling him that Xeeta’s time is running out,” Glori said. Bredan had paused just ahead, and the others hurried to catch up with him. Where he was standing the narrow passage they’d been following opened onto a larger chamber. There were multiple exits, including some slits near the ceiling that might have been wide enough to crawl through, if one could get up there. There was also a shaft in the center of the floor, an opening about six feet across that dropped into darkness beyond the range of Glori’s magical lights. “Which way?” Quellan asked. “Listen,” Bredan said. They all held themselves still, and a moment later a faint sound reached their ears. “Chanting,” Kosk said. “Damn it, I knew there would be another wizard at the end of all this.” “There’s something else,” Quellan said. “There’s something here… a shadow, a power of darkness.” “Xeeta’s in trouble,” Bredan said. He headed into the chamber, giving the hole in the floor a wide berth as he headed toward one of the other passages. Quellan was just a few steps behind, followed by Kosk and Glori. But they’d barely started moving again when Glori felt a sharp pain explode in her back. She cried out and staggered, her [i]dancing lights[/i] flickering out. The others turned toward her, Quellan summoning [i]light[/i] that shone brightly from his shield. As the glow pushed back the resurgent darkness it revealed a small form that fluttered up into one of the dark openings near the ceiling. They couldn’t clearly make out what it was, but a sinister chuckle issued from that direction. A moment later, Quellan grimaced in pain, his back arching. His companions could see a small blade buried in his neck, perfectly embedded in one of the gaps between the heavy plates that made up his armor. He tried to pull the knife out but could not reach it. Even as Kosk and Bredan looked for the source of that attack, a third enemy materialized out of the darkness of the passage they’d been heading for. Bredan sensed something and spun to face it, his sword appearing in his hands. But the figure that rushed forward was incredibly fast for its size, lunging inside of the reach of the swordsman before he could bring his weapon to bear. With a powerful chop of one hand he cracked Bredan in the wrists, knocking the sword from his grasp. He didn’t stop there, seizing the warrior and pulling him into a neck-lock from behind. Bredan was strong, his physical prowess having only grown since his days as a blacksmith, but the tiefling handled him as he if he was a child. Bredan snarled as the grip around his neck tightened, the flesh under his helm darkening and cracking as Toros’s [i]divine fury[/i] was unleashed into him. Kosk quickly moved to help his friend, but the tiefling was not yet done. As the dwarf rushed toward him he took two steps to the side and spun Bredan out of his grasp. The warrior tried to seize hold of something but the momentum of his fall launched him into the pit, which quickly swallowed him up. The tiefling dropped back into a ready stance that echoed Kosk’s. “Bredan!” Glori cried. “Time to die,” came a thin voice from above, its source muffled by the echoes off the ancient stonework. [/QUOTE]
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